'SHE CAME INTO HIS LIFE, AND BECAME IT'
The most powerful and ruthless member of the 𝐝𝐞'𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 family and the top business tycoon of Italy. Everyone fears him , his own family infact. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 has a permanent scowl on his face. A devil...
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"Tsk tsk, non mi dai il benvenuto, Demetrio? Aww hai ferito i miei sentimenti!" I take a deep puff of my cigar and throw it on the ground, just a step away from his chained up body. Blowing the smoke right in his face, I roll my sleeves up. (Translation: tsk, tsk won't you welcome me Demetrius? Aww You hurt my feelings!)
"D-darius, Per favore" he begged. I fucking love it when they are scared. Scared of me. He cried as I twirl the pointed knife around my fingers, playing with the sharp edges.
"What's my name?" I snarl, fisting his collar and pulling him up. He screamed when the chains tied to the weights pulled his legs.
"So-sorry sorry. Please" He yelled repeatedly. Blood oozing out of his legs. I smirk,
"What's my fucking name?"
"Sin" I smirk, damn right. he released a deep breath and sighed as I push him back on the chair. His back hit the pointed surface, digging deep holes into his back. Deserved it.
"Good. Now here's what's going to happen. I'm going to count till five and you are going to tell me where that file is. Do I make myself clear?"
The Sinclair's file. The file that carried information about one of the most notorious and mysterious cartel members. The file which got stolen from my office. A file which had all my secrets hidden.
"I-I really don't know man. I swear on my life sin. I really don't k-know" he lied. His eyes never met mine and his fingers remained unmoving. His posture screamed lies. I would've let him go but now, I think I'll have some more fun.
"Really? Then I guess it's time to say goodbye" I grab a sledgehammer from the table and bash it into his knee, dislocating it. Zafar, my bodyguard hands me a fresh cigar. I wipe my lips with my bloody hands and put the cigar between my lips. He lights it for me as I wipe my sweat and remove my shirt, handing it to him.
Sweat dripping down my tatted chest. A single gold chain resting on my throat which was wet from the sweat and blood.
Fuck I need a shower. And fuck I need my wife, here in my fucking arms. ___________________________________
"Get the jet ready, I'll going home tonight" I command Zafar. He nodded and left the office. Leaving me alone with dad.
"Papa I think you should come home with me." I say taking a sip of my wine. My old man just shook his head and smiled at me.
"What's there to go for? Your mom left- nevermind. I think I'll get bored there. I'm fine with King here" he said patting the head on my four year old Cane Corso. King used to stay with me in Italy, when dad decided one day that he was more than attached to him and flew him to Mexico with him.
